[Elsewhere]
The city was filled with new life as the merchants arrived, the caravan was met by the city guards who upon seeing the merchant's cargo nearly choked on their tongues.
The merchants quickly set up shop and when the people went on about their day saw what the merchants had brought with them they quickly surrounded the men and paid whatever the men wanted for their cargo.
The scene repeated itself wherever the merchants went but by the time any high templar arrived to see what was going on with their own eyes, the merchants were long gone.
The city's noble houses were filled with the distinctive green color of the small trees that had been bought by the nobles, yet it was the strange fruits and exotic beasts that according to the merchants were meant to be eaten.
As the days passed a rumor began to spread through the cities and towns no one knew when the rumor had started or who had started it, but it was spoken in the dark corners of allies at night- within the slave pens and inside the cages where the gladiators slept.
Even amongst the noble houses, the story was told from one person to another.
"There is a green land where a great river is born. Look for the great skeleton beast that cuts the path for the river, and follow the river back to where it came from"
They listened to the two drunk men tell them what they knew and despite several templars listening to the two men's words none of them did anything to silence them.
The green lands were what was being talked about by everyone, some claimed to have been t this strange land but were forced to leave by the men that wore metal armor, others claimed to have heard about it.
One thing was certain both the Sorcerer Kings and the Veiled Alliance wanted to find the green land as soon as possible.
Normally no one within the veiled alliance would have paid much attention to the pointless rumors that had been spread for one reason or another.
Even if the merchants had brought plenty of green plants and plump animals that were ready to be eaten, didn't prove that such a land existed.
The merchants might have just found a small patch of land that had escaped the great sundering that had nearly killed their world and were carving away at what little life remained in that place.
Yet it was only when the story repeated itself that the alliance began to take the stories seriously, the stories told by the merchants contradicted each other, but remained the same at their core.
There was a mountain where men that wear metal armor rule, each of them can use magic but it doesn't affect the world around them.
Some stories claimed that the metal men were cruel dictators, others claimed that they were at best neglectful masters or worst uncaring dictators.
All were welcomed to the green lands, but the moment they entered those lands they were to immediately swear loyalty to the metal men and discard their old lives.
Elves were the only group that wasn't warmly welcomed and half-elves were accepted but were untrusted because of their mixed blood.
The alliance was surprised to learn, that both elves and half-elves were welcomed if they discarded their past and swore to not help an elf or half-elf that remained outside.
If they were partnered with someone else, for that person would be responsible for them, then they were no different than everyone else within the green lands.
The alliance was doing everything they could to find the strange mountain or the giant serpent that plowed the dead land, but try as they might they couldn't find the slightest sign of a river or the beat.
The templars didn't even try to interrogate anyone anymore, even they had tried looking searching for the things that the story said to look for, but in the end, they too failed.
"We didn't learn anything new," Jacob said to them before he took a drink from his mug
"So tat it, we're just giving up," Sara said to Jacob she had raised her voice slightly after hearing Jacobs words
"No, I said that we didn't learn anything new so that just means that there's one group that we have to pay a visit to," Jacob said to Sara who immediately understood what Jacob was implying.
"No, we can't trust them, hell even the dam story says that they aren't welcomed in the green lands," Grey said to his two companions, who looked at him with understanding eyes.
Elves no matter who they were, weren't to be trusted, because if you weren't careful they would rob you just as easily as they would kidnap you and sell you into slavery.
Still, what else could they do, they had done the same thing everyone else was doing except talking to the elves, and considering that they hadn't even tried to reach the green lands meant that if they knew where they were, they certainly weren't in a hurry to get to them.
The instructions were simple if anyone wanted to find the green lands then they just needed to find a great skeleton that opened a path and they would find a river.
The three of them closed their eyes and exhaled, it was time that they gave up, it was pointless for them to look for the green lands after all, if they were real, then there had to be something to prove that they were real.
A strange sound cough their attention and as the bar became silent everyone listened to the sounds and slowly everyone realized that the strab=nge sounds were coming from every direction, and seemed similar to a stampede of animals.
Everyone listed and were slightly shocked to hear something that they hadn't heard in their entire lives, water was falling from the sky.
Everyone knew that this was called rain, but no one in the city had seen rain before, and those that had, could only tell those that followed by the stories they told.
Perhaps sit was fate, perhaps something had heard them talking to each other, it didn't matter the three of them looked at each other ad bowed to search for the green lands one more time.